Chapter 41
YOURS FOR THE TAKING
LYDIA
Icuddle up next to Fletcher on the couch, resting my head on his chest. This all feels too good, and I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“What are you thinking about?” Fletcher asks, always knowing me so well.
“It feels too perfect. I mean, this shouldn’t be so easy.”
He shrugs. “Why not? We’ve known each other for a long time. It makes sense that this is coming to us naturally.”
I nuzzle deeper into his chest. “I guess that’s true.” I can’t help but still feel a bit off. “When do you leave for your next road trip?”
“Monday.” His fingers twist a curl of my hair. He's always playing with my hair.
“How long are you gone for this time?”
“A week.”
“I hate away games.” Even more so since I’ve been pregnant and we’ve been exploring this. I hate having him away from me.
Fletcher kisses the top of my head, squeezing me. “I know. I do, too. I wish I could be here all the time. I hate leaving you. I imagine it’s going to be even harder once she’s here.”
The thought is painful. My daughter will be going through what I did as a kid. Except Fletcher is going to be a better dad than mine ever was. Even when he’s not physically here, he will be attentive and care about us. And there’s always FaceTime.
Fletcher adjusts so he can rest a hand over my stomach. “I can’t wait to feel her kick.”
“Same.” I rest my hand over his.
“You haven’t felt it yet? I was looking it up, and it looks like it could be anytime now.”
“A little, but nothing more than fluttering inside. I’m excited for when I can feel it on the outside.”
“Do you have any name ideas?”
“Nope. Nothing feels right on any of the names I’ve looked at.”
“What about Freida?” he teases, rubbing his hand soothingly over my stomach.
I laugh. “She’s not an eighty-year-old meddling grandma, Fletch.”
“Eh, we’ve got time. We’ll think of something. Did you guys set a date for a baby shower?”
I swallow harshly. After a lot of back-and-forth between my mom, Grace, Dottie, and Zoey, we have finally picked a date.
Of course, the real holdup was my mom choosing when she had to forfeit her weekend dinner plans with her friends.
It was rough, but Grace—with my approval—put her foot down, picked a date, and told Mom that if she wanted to be present for the shower, that was the weekend it was happening.
I haven’t been involved with any other planning besides approving the invitation designs and a few random things from Grace.
I, of course, got a mouthful from my mom.
“Why couldn’t we do it on a Friday evening so she could fly back Saturday morning in time for her plans?”
No matter what we do, it’s always going to be a fight.
“Yeah,” I say. “March fourteenth. Your mom will be here that weekend, and then we will go to your game on Sunday.”
At least that part was easy. Knowing I get to spend the weekend with Dottie afterward and go to a game with her makes things easier.
“Sounds perfect.”
I let out a long yawn, stretching my arms over my head. The exhaustion is hitting hard tonight, and my body is starting to ache more and more every day.
“Bedtime?” Fletcher asks with a laugh.
“Yeah, I think so.”
He helps me off the couch and leads me down the hallway.
“Thanks for another great date,” I say as we stop in front of my door. I want to invite him in. “I still can’t believe you were able to get access to the arena for us.”
“I’m glad you had fun. I had a great time, too.”
Fletcher leans forward, cupping my cheeks in his massive palms and kissing me gently. “Good night, Lydia.”
I don’t want to say good night, but I do. Maybe he needs rest. I mean, he does have a game tomorrow, after all. I shouldn’t assume he wants me in his room because we’re dating. Space is okay, right?
I watch him close the door behind him and head into my room, changing and getting ready for bed. But I can’t sleep. All previous exhaustion is gone, leaving me wired and my brain running. I toss and turn for an hour, watching each tick of the clock in irritation.
Fletcher wants me; he’s proven that without question, but this is going to be a huge change. I can’t deny that I’m worried. What if it’s all too much? He has a career to think about.
The thoughts in my head are getting worse with each passing second, and I know that only one thing will stop them. I throw my sheets off and roll out of bed. Crossing the hall, I hesitate for only a moment before I knock gently on his door.
“Fletch?” I whisper. There’s rustling behind the door.
“Come in.”
I open the door, stepping into his space. It smells familiar, like him.
“Are you okay?” Fletcher sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes.
He’s shirtless, and the soft light from outside illuminates his bare chest. How is he this attractive?
“I couldn’t sleep.” I shrug, still standing in his doorway.
“Come here, beautiful.” He reaches out an arm to me and opens the sheets next to him.
I rush to the other side of the bed, crawling under the sheets and cuddling up next to him.
“Sorry I woke you,” I say, curling into his warmth. His bare skin against me feels like heaven.
“You didn’t.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders, squeezing me.
“Liar. You were rubbing your eyes.”
“You didn’t. I was lying here with my eyes closed. I had to make sure it wasn’t a dream that you were in my room.”
“It’s not a dream.” I press a kiss to his collarbone. “I’m here.”
“Right where I wanted you.” His voice is soft. “I should have brought you in here right away.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted it.”
“I do,” I say quickly.
“I’m glad you came in here. I probably would have snuck into your room if you hadn’t. I was five seconds away from getting up.”
My heart is pounding. “Maybe we should be better about telling each other what we want, then.”
“I think you’re right.” His head dips closer to mine, and he tilts my chin to look at him in the dark room. “Tell me, what do you want right now?”
“You.” My voice is pitchy and breathless.
“You have me. What else?” I can’t see his eyes clearly in the dark, but I can imagine that they’re filled with the same heat that’s burning in mine.
“I want you inside me.” The words spill from me before I can stop them, but I need the comfort only he can provide me. I need the connection I felt when he was inside me that night.
Fletcher doesn’t say anything, only rolls us, so I’m on my back. He kisses down my body through my shirt and sleep shorts, settling between my spread thighs. I shift my hips upward, taking off my shorts and flinging them to the floor.
Without hesitation, Fletcher dives forward, sucking my clit hard. I’m soaking wet, and he easily slides two fingers inside of me, pumping and hooking them. The pleasure starts in my core as he flicks his tongue on my clit in a staccato rhythm, making my hips buck.
“Fletcher,” I gasp, the sensations growing stronger with each passing second.
My climax builds, burning hot and spreading through my body like wildfire as he twists his fingers, finding that spot deep inside my cunt that triggers my orgasm. My hips rock into his face as he carries me through the waves of pleasure. I cry out his name as I come back down to Earth.
My fingers thread into the dark strands of his hair, yanking to get him to stop his delicious torture on my clit. Fletcher chuckles as his green eyes lock with mine, the evidence of my release glistening on his chin.
“Take control, Lydi,” he mumbles, a sly grin crossing his face.
I sit up, and he follows my movements, his eyes raking over my body as I lift my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor.
I tip my chin at him. “Shorts off.”
“You got it.” He pushes his shorts off his legs and frees his cock. It bobs before resting across his belly.
“Fuck,” I breathe, taking in his naked form.
“I’m yours for the taking.” He leans against the headboard, crossing his ankles and lifting his arms to rest behind his head.
“Oh, are you?” I crawl up the bed to kiss him. Just as he tries to deepen the kiss, I pull back. “I’m in charge now.”
Those sage-green eyes flare with desire, and it heightens my already thrumming pulse.
Fletcher licks his lips as he watches me, and he makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
I settle between his legs, resting one of my palms across his thick thigh, as I wrap my fingers around his shaft with the other.
I let spit roll off my tongue to drip onto the head of his cock, my mouth watering as I bend down, taking him into my mouth. Sucking him in deep, I twirl my tongue around the head each time I slide up, and Fletcher’s groans are like music to my ears.
He tries to tangle his fingers in my hair, but I smack them away. I have plans, and they don’t include him finishing in my mouth. His eyes close as I take him deeper in my throat, my gag reflex kicking in, but I push past it, swallowing around him.
“Fucking Christ, Lydia.” Fletcher’s voice comes out strangled.
I lift off his twitching cock, hiding my smile.
I wipe at some of the spit on my lips, using it to lube up his dick as I pump him slowly.
An idea pops into my mind, and before I can stop myself, I’m spitting on the tip and leaning forward.
Gathering my heavy breasts in my hands, I wrap them around his hard length, moving them up and down.
Fletcher groans, dropping his head to the headboard.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he whimpers, eyes snapping back open.
“Nope, just trying to make you feel good.”
He pinches one of my nipples between his fingers, eliciting a cry from me as pleasure zings to my core. The pulsing feeling between my thighs grows, and I can’t do this much longer. I need him inside me.
I fuck him with my tits as he continues to beg for me, his hips bucking up into me with each movement. It’s hot as hell, but I can tell we both need more.
My boobs bounce as I rock back on my heels. I move up his body, straddling his thighs. My wetness soaks his skin, and I can’t wait to get him inside me. I reach between us and give him a few more pumps. Grinding my hips against him, I groan when it hits just the right spot. I can’t wait any longer.
I angle him at my entrance, sinking, letting him fill me at an agonizing pace. When he’s fully seated inside me, I rock my pelvis, getting used to this angle. It’s so deep and full. I rest one hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest as he lies down.
Fletcher lets out a long, growling curse under his breath, gripping my hips. His fingers dig into my skin, but the bite of pain only spurs me on. I lift myself a few inches before dropping back down with a gasp as he fills me again.
“Ah,” I cry as I fuck him, finding a pace that feels absolutely incredible. My thighs burn, and I fall forward into his chest, nipping and biting his sweat-slicked skin, needing contact with him anywhere I can get it.
Fletcher’s grip on my hips tightens as he fucks up into me, taking control and increasing the pace. My pussy throbs as he fucks me, bringing me higher and higher.
A sharp, stinging sensation hits my ass, and I realize he’s spanked me.
“Fletcher! More.”
The skin of my right ass cheek stings, but morphs into pleasure as he kneads the skin, swatting my ass once more.
“Oh, god,” I say.
I’m no longer in control, but I’m fine with that.
I had my fun, but now it’s his turn. He alternates spanks between my ass cheeks as he thrusts, and the burning tingles deep in my core, heightening my pleasure.
I strum my clit fast and rough as Fletcher nears his climax.
My orgasm flares to life in my core as I tremble, my body heavy as Fletcher holds me through it, pounding into me with relentless thrusts.
He comes with a ragged moan, loud in my ear, and his cum fills me. The warmth spreads inside me as he slides out. His cum drips out of me as I catch my breath, resting on his chest. Fletcher brushes his fingers up and down my spine as he kisses my forehead.
“You’re amazing,” he breathes.
“Right back at you.” I chuckle. Slowly, I roll off him, my legs like jelly. “That was a lot of work. I need to start doing some squats or something.”
We lie side by side for a long moment as Fletcher traces my features, his calloused fingers sliding down the bridge of my nose, to the corners of my eyes, then down the line of my jaw. When he hits a ticklish spot on my neck, I shriek, pulling away from him.
Fletcher laughs, leaning over and kissing my cheek. He climbs out of the bed, and the water runs for a moment before he comes back into his room.
“It’s a shame to clean this up,” he whispers, gently opening my thighs, cleaning the cum from between them.
“Thank you.” I cup his cheek and pull him down to kiss him deeply.
Our mouths tangle together, and we kiss for a long minute. I pull away from him, excusing myself to use the restroom. When I come back, Fletcher is under the covers again, but pulls the sheets back, patting the space beside him.
I climb in next to him, letting him tug my naked body against his. There’s nothing like being held by him. When I roll onto my side, Fletcher wraps his arms around me, my back to his front. He rests his large palm across my lower belly, and butterflies flutter in my stomach.
The baby picks that moment to swirl in my stomach, and I rest, knowing Fletcher is holding us.